you think there are no strings attached

you tear up the coast on a whim

on a belly full o’ thunder

rumbling          iamb          iamb          iamb

o’ the world   four strokes to a line

on the road like me! a belly

full o’ thunder   like me!  just-strung

like me!   poorly tuned   saying no-

thing    echoing what tugs in the

blood   like a song that even now

is our only drum   beating no-

madic!  & each step is a-tom

a-tom to nothing    just say yes!

be a fork in the wind    over

a few jars    & though each word’ll

jar    each word will jar!  it’ll be

a song   when it’s late   & Friday

when you’re rounding the last bend out

o’ Aubury     when I’m losing

light  just out o’ Winchester there

hiking  listening:     making a flat

strum of dust on a river bridge

thunder          iamb          iamb          iamb